Margo felt her cheeks flush, color rising in them – not just because she felt guilty about making her sister miss her show, but because he had called her by her married name. A name that he had no business knowing. It had been in the contract she had signed – but Kennet had not been present there. No one had. Perhaps the contract had gone to the Ringmaster when it disappeared?
"No – of course not," she faltered a little, glancing down at the table before her. Margo was tempted to press her fingertips to the top of it, to drag them along the surface and gather the memories from it – if only to try and assure herself that the Ringmaster wasn't always so intimidating. She would have been pleased to see visions of him sitting at the table with friends or a lover, something to make him seen less... cold.
In the end, though, she kept her hands in her lap, folded there neatly. "Oh. I wouldn't even know where to start? I guess... I mean, I can give readings? I'm not sure if people would like that sort of thing." She only lifted her hand in order to take the offered drink.